Sojourner Poems - Poems about Sojourner

A bridge to nowhere over streams of consciousness- betwixt God and time Written: May 2015...

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Severe night terrors after being held captive for a week during Christmas again my abusive ex brutally attacked me every Christmas since that arson murder that cold Christmas day 1984 all the elderly persons perished in he and Gargano fire it was as if he would relive the arson murders and take it out on...

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I have no place to call home I have no man to call friend Alone in this dreadful world With the sky as my roof: And the clouds as my blanket How safe can I be? I am a sojourner! I go anyplace my feet can carry me From the north to the south And the East to the west I don’t even know what...

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Sojourner Abolitionist. Slave. Women's Rights Activist. Mother. Daughter of James and Elizabeth Baumfree. Wife of "Thomas", a slave Lover of her five children, freedom, humanity, public speaking Who feels passion, anger, and love for all people Who fears injustice and the continuation of slavery Who would love to see the emancipation of enslaved people Who would love to see...

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The land wreathes in rhythm; And caressed with cruel history and rough tenderness, Scratching the skin of my patience. Absorbed with the shock, I'm suspicious of this happiness Like I've been. The dearth of space And the eloquent but emptiness of time, Betrays me to presently squash and squander my solitude I recognize this place, This wilderness men call life I've been here once, Maybe more and...

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I am a sojourner on a path Unknown. My destination? Only the Heaven’s Being knows. Sadness plods me onwards; anger Drives motivates me still. My Destination knows me not Nor I it! Frustration – my fuel – fuels My Feetwagon. Perhaps, weariness has the better Of this wary wanderer; Perhaps reason does. It matters Not. This I know: no man, no thing And nothing can or will make me Go...

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Song of the Sojourner From far, far, away, In this land so foreign, Memories of you haunt me. I pine away in craving, For the feel of your breath, Cool, soft and saline, Fanning my face, gently. Memories of our first embrace, As I crawled on my belly, Under chairs, tables and beds, Crying at every obstacle, Covered in your dirt, In search of my beloved mother My mind...

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Watch the distant lights Sparkle spirals sight Smiles take thrilling flight Here upon this ledge Set foot on the edge Sense laughter now wedge Wear sad sorrow well See how pain can dwell On anguish that tells Here sunlit hours speak In skin tones that streak Upon the dry peaks Watch that sexy thing Who floats a bright fling Song of what zest brings The journey starts here Sojourner endear The cause...

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THE MODERN DAY SOJOURNER TRUTH Tired from the lack of work --------Trivial Lazy, I am not.-------------------Search Thinking about Non-Profit---------Self-Employment Freelance Writing, Tutoring, Virtual Administrator, etc…---------Thumbtack You can’t keep a real woman down.------------------Steadfast Many aspirations I have.----------------------------------Praying Gotta get up early in the morning.-----------------------------Mobile To define my purpose----------------------------------------Harmonizing To many negative thoughts------------------------------------Intune To why I continue to be down---------------------------------- Enthused This is not the measure I am...

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Oh Sojourner By Ingrid Showalter Swift Oh Sojourner Walk among the tall lithe pines as they sway beneath subtle hues of lavender’s dusk Reach your illuminas fingers with polished nails a-glittered in crystal-ed gold and diamond sight out and into this thrusting long light …Searing a golden pathway from...

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For greener pastures He quests the no man's land. Unknown to him, Goodies splatter at his bosom... His abode, A village where olds are stigmatized: Witches and Wizards. To be old is a sin. Deep into the Night He exits to defecate the spirit of the darkness: thick and wild. birds squeal, ants whistle. Evils are deed of the night. Daylight, innocence rbeads on every face... he perceives. He...

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One never contemplates mortality Until our health begins to fade away. In our youth we possessed vitality Thought it would last forever and a day. But comes a season our thoughts will languor And dreams of immortality will wane Like unto annual summer flowers Whose spring advents we never see again. Our health is such a very fragile thing We often take for granted...

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